Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I'm behind.
When I got back to the apartment Saturday morning I was expecting M to still be passed out in bed. Instead when I opened the door, it smelled wonderful. M woke up early and whipped up some stuffed french toast for breakfast!
Aside from one slighty burnt piece, the french toast was just buttery sweet goodness. I went to sleep very content that morning.
1 comment:
looks like a good surprise!
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